Two well timed syllables

16 June, 2012

Ramona is 18 months old yet only this week uttered the word “Daddy”. For a while, around her first birthday, she toyed with Dada, but quickly discarded it in favour of “Mummio” – the big fat comical  “O” on the end creating enough of a distinction for Tim to cope with.


We would play the pointing at each other game with me saying “Mummy. Ramona. Daddy.” and Ramona would reply, pointing at each one in turn; “Mummy. Mummy. Mummio.”

(I’m still unsure if all this time she is having a great joke or if she genuinely hasn’t fathomed that we are not the same person, me and her.)

But this week, obviously in celebration of Fathers Day, she has taken “Daddy” and gone for gold. She shouts it, whispers it, sings it. When she woke up from her nap one day this week she followed her gut and cried out “DADDY!” which pretty much sealed the deal.

Tim’s happiness at that dazzling sound sparking off her lips is pretty vivid.

It’s funny how just a little word like that seems to ooze meaning. It feels like Ramona’s Daddy Song is a delighted, subconscious, thank you.

A smile-in-a-word in thanks for all the things he does for her; putting grass down in replace of pavers in the garden so she can feel the soft blades between her toes, tracing the different foods the Very Hungry Caterpillar ate upon her back minute after silent minute to help her get to sleep (the swiss cheese was her favourite), building a sturdy little house for her out of an old table in the middle of the veggie patch, creating nutritious delectable morsels out of leftovers for her to wrap her newly formed molars round, throwing her up in the air and spinning her around and heaping tickle upon tickle until her squeals turn to a solemn “nooooo”, then erupting into hysterical giggles and yelling “Mooore” again. (Are they all so flighty when it comes to tickles?)

And, that small love-filled-Daddy word, it even feels a bit like a most practical reassurance that Tim  halving his work hours to stay home during some days of the week is working out perfectly, that it is enjoyed by all three of us. I am pretty sure she blooms in his company (as most people tend to.)

Like kids do, within a day Ramona had nurtured her own little Daddy joke. Pointing at all sorts and shouting “Daddy!” – Postman Pat, Noah with his big grey beard and even the rotund hairy dad bear from Goldilocks. Tiny minx.

Wearing daddy’s glasses

So, it came after duck, stuck, poo, yummy, yuck, mummy and baps, but a perfectly timed “Daddy” nonetheless.

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  • Mel Wiggins 16 June, 2012 at 8:45 pm

    That’s weird Jo, that pesky fleck must have made its way to my eye too…ahem…

    Seriously sweet though – and a lovely confirmation for Tim. I’ve been getting loud resounding ‘MUM’ ‘s this week. I’m not sure he knows he’s saying it but I always respond with ‘yes Levi’ even when he’s pointing at the rocking chair.

    I love watching all these little new things. Sweet times. x

  • jennastobbs 16 June, 2012 at 11:05 am

    Amazing! How clever she is to know that this weekend would mean the most for that word being uttered! It amazes me the connections that dads have with their kids. Not better or worse than a mother and her childs relationship but just different and special in its own little way. I cannot make Charlie or Izzy laugh like my husband can, its magic.

    P.s. Ramona is the double of you. You should try and find a photo of you at 18 months and compare the two!

  • jojot 16 June, 2012 at 12:00 pm

    What a beautiful blog and what a beautiful Daddy. It would appear I have something in my eye *crying*

  • The String Empire 16 June, 2012 at 9:29 pm

    Awww. That was a really moving post!

  • Expat Mammy 17 June, 2012 at 9:58 am

    such a wonderful pic

  • lulastic 17 June, 2012 at 9:28 pm

    Ah, thanks everyone. You are all the loveliest 🙂

  • Thrift Shopper for Peace 19 June, 2012 at 5:40 am

    what a great post. love the photos. you have a wonderful family.